| |
|
Kayla wished she had a bow in that moment. She whistled, trying to figure out exactly where Gale was |
|  |
|
| |
|
Gale heard the whistle, getting dragged farther into the arena. "Please, don't take me back."
Gale pleaded, barely a whisper. "Hm, yeah no, you're coming with me, now move!"
The man commanded, Gale standing.He was still held with a knife to his throat, forcing himself to keep going.The man eventually led him to the roar of the arena, letting him watch the ring once before letting him take a moments rest. |
|  |
|
| |
|
When Kayla didn't get an answering whistle or call, she began to panic. She whistled for Varys instead, a concerned expression on her face |
| |
|
| |
|
Varys ran around frantically, hearing the whistle and heading to it.He whined, starting to walk in the direction of Gale. ----- Gale's wings were left free, him gaining the two hooked daggers.They put him in the arena against a brute, Gale's trauma bringing him in.The whistle sounded, and he dashed forward, hooking onto the opponent and twisting. |
| |
|
| |
|
Kayla moved in the same direction she'd heard running earlier,now being greeted with sounds of people cheering. "What the hell?" |
| |
|
| |
|
Gale got rammed in the side, it turning blue almost instantly.He winced but stood, running forward again and ending his opponent, only with a stab through the heart. |
| |
|
| |
|
Kayla continued walking toward the sound, curious but her dagger drawn |
| |
|
| |
|
"Hey,hey!" The entry guard yelled,starting to move towards Kayla. ---- Gale was struck again, standing back up and winning once more.His lip was split,a large streak of red poured from the side of his head,numerous whip lashes covered him,and almost his entire body was bruised. |
| |
|
| |
|
Kayla saw the guard and her heart raced, freezing her in place. Since learning how to fight, her flight response had been turned down and her fight turned up |
| |
|
| |
|
The guards were prepared, capturing her and dragging her into one of the fighters cells on the base of the arena, the door opening to the arena, in which, Gale was fighting in. -- A smile covered his face as he ran at his opponent, offering a deep slash across the arm before yanking to flesh out, craking their neck and killing them, stabbing his hand into their chest and pulling out their heart, mind set on survival. |
| |
|
Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
